289 GREENSBOROUGH

HOME Denson Revision to the Cooper book version of this tune
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There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
And pleasures banish pain.

There everlasting spring abides,
And never with'ring flowers;
Death, like a narrow stream, divides
This heav'nly land from ours.
This heav'nly land from ours.

Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood
While Jordan rolled between.
While Jordan rolled between.

But tim'rous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away,
And fear to launch away,

O! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes.
With unbeclouded eyes.

Could we but climb where Moses stood
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold flood
Could fright us from the shore.
Could fright us from the shore.